To some of the 'boys', their car was everything to them. Yes, for most of us, our cars were a right of passage - not only a big step towards manhood, but they meant freedom and independence. I suppose there were those few that a car meant nothing more than a means to get from here to there, but for many of us they were a sense of pride and reflected a part of our personalities. We washed them, shined them, talked to them, babied them, spent all our money on them, and sometimes we raced them out on the Kensington Avenue quarter mile track to see what they and we were made of. We were 'The Man' when are cars were running fine and we cruised the town with our girl at our side. Here are just some of the 'babies' that we doted over. Why not send a picture of yours today and let it join the rest of these magnificent machines in a tribute to our first loves.
Many thanks to buddy Jim Enz, Kayhawk historian and photographer, for the first two pages of black and white photos.
